Claudia Rodriguez

Has “clic” toma una foto. Una foto lo mas cercas que puedo llegar en mi intento en detener el tiempo. Como me hace tranza el tiempo no se puede retener dejo la cinta del destino correr. Me tienen en una tranza mi sueños estoy presente en mi piel en mi corazón pero no deja de parecer un sueño. Mis palabras Parajos migrantes viajan por doquiera. Viajo por mis palabras celebradas en otras tierras en otras almas se entierran. Pero como las golondrinas regresan , me vuelven a mi centro. San Antonio te tengo en mi espíritu y tu lo sabrás Cada vez que veas esta foto fíjate “en la sombra de mis ojos te perderás en mi mirada."

(inspired by all this LA rain) I’m going to purge you out of me. I’m going to purge you out of my system. I’m going to purge you out with music. Canciones de amor que me llenan de dolor. I’ll listen to them over and over, until My ears and heart become numb to the words. I’m going to purge you out with my tears cry myself to sleep until there are no more tears left to be shed My pillow soaking up all the evidence I’m going to purge you out al estilo Jalisco ¡AJUA! Con una botella de tequila! Drinking myself into frenzy… stumbling my way out of your memories. I’m going to purge you out with these fingers Tracing them all over my body Over all your abandoned trails, seeking that one spot Touching it, loving it, repossessing it. I’m going to give myself a limpia with old journals Poems and the letters never read. Piling them up and building an altar to memories emotions and hope…dead Finally, I’m going to purge myself with a fuck. Slide, glide and sweat you

¿Por que te deje? ¿Por que dejo? ¿Por que me dejo? Por que recurro al abandono precisamente cuando siento el completo abandono de mis emociones? Esta pauta Es mi salvavidas La dulce amargura Que me alimenta Me da fuerzas Para regresar a mi Centro Lleno de ecos De rechazo Te rechazo Pero en vano Al fin me quedo sola Con mi indiferencia una por siempre inflexible aunque la trate de negar.

I stopped drinking smoking fucking. Stopped putting shit IN ME and shit started popping INside ME come up come out come out wherever you are out of ME. Sobriety has me feeling some shit I don’t even like like anger sours my stomach pains my side, my head, shoulder the root- a damaged heart. Shit busted open like a frozen pipe shit erupted this New York morning making me feel all woody stiff no longer numbed making me feel yesterday too. Feels like road rage. Caged in my car. Caged by my thoughts. Can’t stop thinking how far ahead of me you are guess you took the carpool out of us, to the next exit the next rest stop the next butch out of this mess. I’m just a right lane waiting for the next accident to happen. Are you in? Are you out? Hurry merge! You don’t know and don’t even understand my signals. I should learn to read the Sig alerts. Foot on the gas catch that bitch on Rebound Ave. thummbing it for the next town or I’ll cross her on that turnstile called your life. All this time yo